After a thousand years
Can it not be true?
We lay tiny shiny, tiny cloudy eggs
Bright hair in waves down the cheek
Can it not be true?
I must not take your hand
Bright hair in waves down the cheek
It’s so warm here
I must not take your hand
Do you break my bark?
It’s so warm here
I can’t live without you.
Do you break my bark?
We lay tiny shiny, tiny cloudy eggs
I can’t live without you.
After a thousand years